For straightforward, brainless Ancestral Witches like Zhurong and Gonggong,
they preferred to keep strengthening their bodies.
They would follow that path to the bitter end.
And no small number of the Witch Clan made that choice.
Because they had been born without a Primordial Spirit,
they were already accustomed to life without one.
If they suddenly gained a Primordial Spirit,
they would have to adjust all over again and cultivate anew.
For the vast majority of the Witch Clan,
that was an extremely difficult prospect.
Thus,
nearly half the Witch Clan chose to continue strengthening their bodies.
After all, as long as their bodies were powerful enough,
even without the ability to fly, they could easily cross vast distances to fight.
Besides,
body-refining cultivation techniques also contained methods for flight.
As long as they were willing to cultivate them,
they still had a chance to soar through the sky.
The entire Witch Clan was cultivating at that moment.
They paid no attention whatsoever to the turmoil outside.
Although the Witch Clan was an exceptionally warlike race,
Ancestral Witch Houtu had ordered them all to enter seclusion and cultivate.
Naturally, they would not defy an Ancestral Witch's command.
Besides,
even if they could not go outside to fight,
they could still spar with one another.
Only when fighting their fellow members of the Witch Clan
could they truly feel satisfied.
Only then
could they savor the thrill of every punch striking flesh.
That was something they could never experience when sparring with other races.
The Witch Clan's powerful bodies had shaped both their temperaments and their fighting styles.
As the Human Race expanded,
conflicts with the Demon Race were naturally inevitable.
At first,
those demons had paid little attention.
After all, in the Primordial World,
conflicts were perfectly normal.
Moreover, the